Fiction

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MY HUSBAND AND MY MAID

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PART 3

I wanted to talk to David. When I knew he was home I decided to go to our bedroom.

“May I come in?” My expression inscrutable, I walked into the room when I noticed that someone was having a bath, without waiting for a reply.

Then I saw David on the bed, he was almost half naked, partly covered with the duvet.

He stared at me, slightly muzzy headed after being woken abruptly.

“We have to talk,” I said, almost whispering.

MY HUSBAND AND MY MAID

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PART 2

I was still devastated with the thoughts of Ifeoma and my husband David. After I watched the kids sleep, I strolled into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea.

Just after I poured the milk in a mug, I felt someone was in the kitchen too. I looked back, quickly surprised.

“Welcome Madam,” she said, almost stuttering.

I slowly poured the hot water from the flask into the mug, stirred it a bit and sipped.

Then I noticed a protruded stomach, she had tried to cover it with her handbag.

Diary OF A VAGABOND (second part)

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CHAPTER 6
  
“How long have you been here?” I asked, still standing on my spot. I felt awkward and out of place standing there, I wanted to leave as fast as I could, but not before Tunde revealed the reason for the summons. 
“Three hours. Come sit down Kenny,” he tapped the space beside him on the bed. I shot him a look that says ‘you wish’ and contrarily settled myself on the only single-seater leather sofa few inches away from the bed. 

MY HUSBAND AND MY MAID

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PART 1

Written by Michael Mma

That morning, my husband David came to pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very unusual. Other times, David would be so excited to come pick me, he would kiss me and hug me passionately, but now, everything became different.

“You kept me waiting for hours in there,” I said, gazing angrily at him. “Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is Saturday.”

“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer lessons, and then rush to church to counsel a few couples.”He said soothingly. “You now prepare the kids for school, What happened to Ifeoma? She is the kid’s nanny.”

DIARY OF A VAGABOND

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I quickly noted that other than the overgrown beautifully carved mustache which made him look like Phyno the Nigerian rap artist, not much had changed about Tunde, he was still the skinny fine man whom I lost my heart to when everyone rebuked my overture towards the campus lover boy. “You haven’t changed a bit, beautiful as always,” he said as he brushed his lips on my cheek.”